06-05-2005, 08:15 AM
Ah. It's 3:55 in the morning and I got about an hour and a half of sleep after being awake for about 30 hours. Another 32 hour cycle begins. And why am I here? Hell if I know. Felt like the place to be.
I wondered, before I dozed off, with all the folk saying that they wanted to be a bit more like me in the ability to say what I say and how I present my self. This caused me to ask a question.
How many of you would take both the bad and the good?
Be your self and your own man. Each to their own accord.
As for my logic, while I appear to be logical, I am not. I have probed the outer edges of logic, and found the whole idea, the whole concept, lacking. In the end, I have found that logic is merely another shackle. A self imposed limit. I clung to it for a time, much like a lonely man clings to his mistress for satisfaction and comfort. And when things got weird, logic packed it's bags and left. I have found it is not a constant.
I got into it with Pete once... About logic and compared it to being like sticky... He of course rejected my argument, being to firmly encased in logic himself. I am not sure actually what he did or did not get out of the argument. But something about me bothers him a great deal I think. I am not sure. He and I are absolutes at the different ends of a spectrum. We are more a force unto our selves. Titans if you will. We often rub each other the wrong way. He is a threat to my kind of thought, and I am a threat to his school of thinking. I think. It's hard to tell because Pete is rather alien to me, but I do find my self agreeing with him on occasion.
How does one define sticky?
What sticks to one's teeth but not to one's tongue, is that sticky? What about to the roof of the mouth but nothing else? What about stuff that makes you smack your lips? Brown suger is sticky, but moleasses is stickier. For the tactile sense, what is sticky to the touch?
Logic is sticky. For some people, logic sticks to their teeth, but not their tongues. It clings to the roof of their mouths and chokes out what they wish to say, or impedes how they say it. We all perceive it in some way, different from our peers. Some of us impose the burdon on ourselves to a great degree, going to a school of higher learning, refining it, and then carefully building a wall around our selves of inpenatrable logic. And folk that do this do just fine until things get weird and that wall of logic is destroyed. Some of them will never fully recover.
I reject logic simply because it has failed me. I choose to deal instead in my own absolutes.
I absolutely must have a sammich.
I wondered, before I dozed off, with all the folk saying that they wanted to be a bit more like me in the ability to say what I say and how I present my self. This caused me to ask a question.
How many of you would take both the bad and the good?
Be your self and your own man. Each to their own accord.
As for my logic, while I appear to be logical, I am not. I have probed the outer edges of logic, and found the whole idea, the whole concept, lacking. In the end, I have found that logic is merely another shackle. A self imposed limit. I clung to it for a time, much like a lonely man clings to his mistress for satisfaction and comfort. And when things got weird, logic packed it's bags and left. I have found it is not a constant.
I got into it with Pete once... About logic and compared it to being like sticky... He of course rejected my argument, being to firmly encased in logic himself. I am not sure actually what he did or did not get out of the argument. But something about me bothers him a great deal I think. I am not sure. He and I are absolutes at the different ends of a spectrum. We are more a force unto our selves. Titans if you will. We often rub each other the wrong way. He is a threat to my kind of thought, and I am a threat to his school of thinking. I think. It's hard to tell because Pete is rather alien to me, but I do find my self agreeing with him on occasion.
How does one define sticky?
What sticks to one's teeth but not to one's tongue, is that sticky? What about to the roof of the mouth but nothing else? What about stuff that makes you smack your lips? Brown suger is sticky, but moleasses is stickier. For the tactile sense, what is sticky to the touch?
Logic is sticky. For some people, logic sticks to their teeth, but not their tongues. It clings to the roof of their mouths and chokes out what they wish to say, or impedes how they say it. We all perceive it in some way, different from our peers. Some of us impose the burdon on ourselves to a great degree, going to a school of higher learning, refining it, and then carefully building a wall around our selves of inpenatrable logic. And folk that do this do just fine until things get weird and that wall of logic is destroyed. Some of them will never fully recover.
I reject logic simply because it has failed me. I choose to deal instead in my own absolutes.
I absolutely must have a sammich.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."